Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

He bared his sharp teeth, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence. Rohan, a lone and ruthless rogue wolf, stood at the edge of a cliff, his eyes fixed on the night sky. The full moon illuminated his rugged features, revealing the weight of memories etched on his soul. He was lost in the past, reliving the fateful day when his family was banished from the Moonstone Pack by Ryder's father, Alpha Damien.

The moon is out and full tonight, putting us all on edge. "We need to do something about these packs. They are getting out of control. If we don't stop them, they may start to encroach onto the human's territory. If they do that, we are all dead, and the humans will be screwed as far as safety goes." This wolf, the one who spoke up has a story of his own, one that tells me he came from a pack similar to mine. "Not all the packs are shit, some are nice, they just are scared to let in a loner, for fear that they will actually be a spy from the others."

"Well, lone wolves don't have an alpha. They don't have a pack. They don't have a family. They don't follow any rules. They can do anything they want and I'm sure this applies to humans as well, when you are alone for a really long time, you start to get really crazy in the head. So, lone wolves, they get aggressive. They are what you call, murderers, in your world." "Are there a lot of lone wolves out there?" I ask, looking around. "Yes, but we prefer to hunt them down and kill them." "You would kill your own species?" "Without a doubt. They are a threat to us and other species as well," I nod, seeing him focusing on me which causes me to clear my throat, trying to make him look at anything

The sentence that forces him into a life wandering from Pack to Pack searching for a place until he dies in a puddle of blood and/or vomit, like most exiles do. I scuttle to John, my head and stomach scraping the grass, my tail tucked between my legs, submitting into the earth not because I care about Ronan, but because if he leaves, then I am a lone wolf. There’s an old saying that lone wolves are the only ones who always breed, their children being Frustration and Dissent. That’s why they are given over to their echelon’s Alphas to be their servants, their nidlings. A nidling has nothing, is nothing. Even at the bottom rank, you’re paired with someone who is

Seeing his attacker. A huge jet black wolf looks down at him with piercing green eyes and the wolves around immediately bow to him. Daniel could feel the person's aura. It was not a Beta or a Gana blood. It was way more. The beautiful wolf with black jet fur was a rarity. A royal wolf,who have been heard to go extinct years ago. The wolf starts approaching Daniel, daring him to move. By blocking his exit and standing between the cliff and him. And Daniel gulps. Knowing there was no escape now.

"Are you even sure that I'm your mate? Can you imagine having such a weak mate? I’m just gonna be a burden.” "I have no doubt." He said, looking at me staring in the eye. “And stop patronising yourself.” "I'm known as the weakest werewolf in this pack. I..i'm THAT wolfless girl. I don't have a wolf. How can someone like me be a luna? Do you want to live with the possibility of having a wolfless child? Oh my God, i’m gonna ruin the honor of this pack.” I began to hyperventilate, listening to my own words.

Nestor stopped speaking and looked at Ashley with menacing eyes. When Drake noticed that, he thought, 'This old wolf sure is sharp and could catch the culprit so easily. Maybe I should make him my assistant so that he could do all the work on my behalf…' The lazy wolf with a cunning smile mused about his future. 'I can enjoy my life as usual with Ana… No… not her… why am I even thinking about her… She left me while throwing our love away... Alone… I will be alone from now on… I like being alone… what's wrong with that anyway? I have been living alone for so many years. So I can be alone even now… alone...' He sighed loudly and everyone's concentration fell on him.

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

“So what’s a lone wolf?” Jace turns slightly toward me. “Well, baby, a lone wolf is a type of werewolf who has embraced solitude. Someone who doesn’t belong to any group, faction, or pack.” “They’re losers,” Reed says. Jace snorts. “Not all of them.” “They’re the outcasts of packs,” Luca explains. “They’re either kicked away from their packs or have committed a grave sin that prevents other packs from taking them in. So they’re forced to spend the rest of their miserable lives alone. It’s a dangerous life to live because being a lone wolf means you’re also responsible for your own safety. No one i

I wrote furiously. I needed to get the information out as soon as possible. The Warriors needed the information. "Rogues are behind Trail Maps! There were 10 or more on the trail. Selling girls to guy named STAN Stan didn't want to come for one girl without a wolf Bosses = Jerk and Twit - I can identify them! Others are Messenger (kicked him - he hit me with shoe), Dumb (slashed him deep), Dirty (bit his dick - slashed him) - I can identify them!!!"